Sick of Being Sick

So yet again I didn't go out because I felt like ass. Friday Elaine and I had dinner at her parents and on the bus ride out there I felt utterly sick. Saturday I slept half the day away and certainly had a fever. Today I'm better, but not perfect, but I'm so fed up with my life being nothing more than shuffling the block between home and work that I am going to drag my ass out to Skank come hell or high water tonight. I don't really care about being a zombie tomorrow. It's not like I give a flying fuck about this job anymore anyway.

Oh, Look!

( Yet another Goth Test )

At least I did well. We won't talk about how many things are wrong with the picture.